Bardic Poems - Poems about Bardic

...Big nice neat poets girls Backward or forward Balanced heart and mind Balsamic pretty tender Bardic big lovely girls Beautiful flowers Becoming modesty......

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... Angelic Bardic Composers Dole Everlasting Fabled Garnishments. Heathenistic Improvisors Jostle Kitchen Ladles. Metrical Composers Nourish Otherworldly Poetizers' Quirky Rumbling S......

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... In my paper kingdom, words abound, I reign as king without a crown, I have no chalice, throne, or gown, there's no adoring crowd around, In my paper kingdom, words abound, the lay of land is......

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... The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the ......

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... Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, prattles sounds, like mini battles of Sorcery, at mosaic of vomit tapestry. Endowing all sorts in your bosom ......

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...As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl Into a magical cosmos - flapping his d......

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...Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion, when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two heavenly bodies most exotic phases of union. On t......

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... There's a soft glow about her Bardic feelings she does stir She waxes and wanes with time Has changing moods in night mime Sometimes, she's bright and happy Sometimes, gloomy and s......

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...Pondering the phrase, “Written in the stars”- On the darkest nights, Crowned with cloudless skies; A still lake......

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...The night it seems, a wistful muse as evening’s peach begins to bruise with shadows stretched in brooding streams A wistful muse, the night it seems A mystic swath, transcendin......

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...On the third level, the revelry had ceased, there was a great peace, here, in the communal gardens, a calm, joyousness descending, a few people already resting, on the grass, they lay, the Tigr......

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..."Before The Gates Of Alahsar," By, Michael .P. Clarke. Full Version. Bardic style. Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1. Come now, my Lords and Ladies, listen now to ......

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...Life can be precarious- even sometimes hard. Anyone can smile- you don't have to be a bard. Life is not about the destination- or the actual journey. It's about your character- how you choose to ......

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..."Before The Gates Of Alahsar." By, Michael .P. Clarke. (Bardic Style) (Original Short Version) (Version-1) Sweet Alahsar, thy golden crowns adorned the sky of verdant blue, sweet lan......

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...Unsung Heroines Sung below in palace kitchen over fire in wattle hut during lunch breaks coffee chatter or the health spa apres sweat where ever women gather when ever women are comes a quie......

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